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-i am grace-
-i am grace-
and i woke up one morning
and i jumped out of bed in a scurry
with the girl outside tapping her feet.
tears down the cheek
snot down the nose
what a beautiful greeting.
rows and rows of limp poultry
their glassy eyes in their lolling heads
oh arent those yummy bird-brains!
a maze trail down the market
tailing behind the shopper
playing the powderful linguist.
again, what a beautiful morning.
*grins*
-L.O.L-
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